Kiara looked up into his eyes as he laid her down against the soft mattress of his bed. He smelled so good and at this moment, his lips looked like something she wanted to eat.

Something was definitely wrong with her, but right now she wasn’t in a rush to find out what. He was in front of her, the person she was craving to be close to was just inches away from her and yet she wanted him closer.

She wanted more...his touch yes, but something more than just that.

Slowly, reluctantly, her hand reached for his face, her eyes gliding down to his lips. “Pl...please.”

Zique’s c*ck throbbed in his underwear. Somehow everything she did enticed him; the way she kept biting her lips and the way she kept trying to get closer to him.

He was way pass his limits, so horny that he didn’t even know what he was doing. Her touch was driving him mad, he could feel the tingles, the want rushing from the tip of his c*ck and straight to his balls.

Goddess...this reminded him of all those times he had to spe